The woman hurries to the river, runs in among the rocks and rubbish around the tree, reaches toward the boy, throws herself on the rocks, crying, “Oh, my child, you’ll be killed!”
In a moment he is gone; there is no sign of him on the tree. Soon a shouting is heard at the house: “My wife, come up; don’t cry, our son is here!”
She crawls out of the rocks and dirt, runs home, finds the boy safe with his father.
The people began now to talk of the wonderful boy. Soon every one was talking of him. There were many people in the place. Norpat Kodiheril was a very big village.
“Some yapaitu is going to take that boy’s life,” said they; “some yapaitu will kill him.”
One morning the boy went down on the north side of the river with children, but apart from them, behind, by himself. He looked up, saw a great bird in the air flying above him. “Oh, if I had those wing feathers!” thought the boy. Then he blew upward and wished (olpuhlcha). That moment the great bird Komos Kulit fell down before him. Just after the bird fell he heard a voice in the sky, a voice high, very high up, crying,—
“Now, you little man, you must call yourself Kol Tibichi. You are to be the greatest Hlahi [doctor] on Wini Mem.”
“Look at that boy!” cried the other boys. “See! he has something.”
They were afraid when they saw the great bird, and the boy stretching the wings and handling the wonderful Komos Kulit. Some of them ran to his mother and said to her,—
“Your son has a very big bird. It fell down from the sky to him. We are afraid of that bird. We could not lift such a big bird.”